"Come on Justy, humor me," Hayleigh said, wearing a flapper's outfit, complete with the pink feather boa. The two were at an Olde Time Photos studio, getting their pictures taken when Hayleigh had spotted it from the Boardwalk.
"Humor? You want humor? If the guys ever see this, they'll be giving me more humor then they ever have before," Justin said, pulling at his cowboy hat, which was too big and had slipped over his eyes momentarily.
"If the guys were here, they'd be wearing the same stupid getup as you are right now sweetie," Leigh said, walking up to Justin and kissing him on the cheek.
"Would you happen to be Justin Timberlake?!?" a female voice said from behind the two. Justin spun around and Hayleigh looked over her shoulder to see a girl around Justin's age, wearing a very small baby blue string bikini top and very short Tommy Hilfiger denim shorts. She was a blonde, about five foot nine, and had a smile that would light up New York City.
"Uhh, no, I think you have me confused with someone else," Justin said, changing his voice a bit, and letting the cowboy hat fall over his eyes.
"I think not," she said, grabbing the cowboy hat off his head. "I knew it. Don't worry, I won't scream or anything, I'm not like that." Then she seemed to notice Hayleigh standing behind Justin, wondering whether to run or stay in her spot. "Who's this, Justin?" she said, looking over his shoulder.
"My girlfriend, Hayleigh. You might remember her from the Britney Spears video, she was in it," he said, backing up and putting his arm around Hayleigh's waist.
"Yeah, I remember her," she said, giving Hayleigh a disgusted look. "You were that little skank that was trying to steal the spotlight from Britney."
"Excuse me?" Hayleigh said, shocked.
"I think you should leave now, before I call security," Justin said, putting himself in between Hayleigh and the girl.
"Yeah, whatever. Well, if you ever want to, then give me a call. Here's my number. Later Timberlake," she called over her shoulder after she gave him a slip of paper as she walked out.
"She had no right to call you that," Justin said through gritted teeth as he turned to face Hayleigh.
Hayleigh sighed. "Justy, people are gonna hate me for being your girlfriend. Hell, if I was a fan, I'd hate your girlfriend too. I'm gonna be called every name in the book, I guess I should get used to it."
"Baby, you know I love you," Justin said as he crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it in a trash can (littering is bad!). He put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him as she answered.
"Of course I know you love me. I love you too," Hayleigh said, throwing her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him quickly on the lips.
"Timberlake and Martin! You're up!" a voice called from the back of the room.
<~~~>
"Tell me where she is NOW!" JC yelled at Lance as he got him in a chokehold.
"NO, I am NOT letting you hurt her or Justin!" Lance choked out.
"I swear Lance, I will kill you if you do not tell me where she is right now," JC said calmly. "And you know I can do it, so I wouldn't tempt me if I were you."
"You can kill me if you want, I'm not telling you where she is," Lance said, meaning every word he was saying.
JC looked around the room, never letting go of Lance's throat. He spotted a piece of paper with Justin's handwriting on it. He let go of Lance, who fell to the ground gasping for air, and looked over the paper. JC smiled to himself as he walked out of the house with the paper in his hands.
"Shit, where did I put the reservations?" Lance asked himself. "I put them right here, they were right here before JC came in... Oh damn, I am in so much trouble," he muttered to himself as he grabbed the phone to call Justin.
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